I made it. I'm in London.
I've arrived at a hostel near Picadilly, and it's really cute. All girls. Lots of purple. I haven't met anyone else staying in my room yet. I can see the London Eye from my window.
Last night I stayed in a hotel, which was wonderful.
My suitcase... is heavy... which is fine, since I only have to move it around once a week from here out. But really, I packed very well and still, it's heavy! (And it's also the largest suitcase I've seen. In London. Airport included.)
People have been really nice (or, no one has been mean). A man carried my suitcase down the steep stairs at the Picadilly Tube station this morning without me asking, and the woman at Pret (a cafe chain) yesterday afternoon was very kind about informing me that I had to actually pick out my food and bring it to the register for it to be cooked.
I met a really cool guy on the plane yesterday- Jeff. He trains tigers. His girlfriend trains manatees. They met at Exotic Animal Training School. What? Who does that? He has a tiger cub living in his house right now. I saw pictures.
It's definitely strange to be alone. Really alone. I love skype and talking to people, but when I hang up I'm by myself. I can do anything, go anywhere. Those aren't such huge bonuses right now, when all I want to do is sleep.
In July, Tida will come, and in August, some of my family will be around. August 9th, I'll be on my way back.
Prayers mean a lot. Even though I'm excited to be here, I miss home. When I start voyaging out and making sure the days are full, time will pass a lot faster. I'm excited to see what I learn and how the screenplay works out.
Until next time,
Brooke
Thanks for the first entry. You are covered in prayers and I am so thankful that you have this opportunity to write, explore, dream, and meet people who train tigers. Cheers Cookie!
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